Seventh Heaven In Milan

SEVEN FROM SEVEN, AND STILL NOT SATISFIED

A San Siro statement, signed, sealed, and sent to Europe

They said the San Siro humbles visitors. They said leaders of Serie A don't fold at home. They said this would be cagey, tense, one mistake either way.

Instead, we turned up, scored three, and booked ourselves a top-two finish with a game to spare. Seven wins from seven. History made. Again.

This wasn't sneaking through on vibes or VAR. This was authority.

POACHERS, PUNISHERS, AND A PROBLEM CALLED JESUS

The opening ten minutes told you everything. We weren't here to admire the architecture. Lewis-Skelly and Merino were snapping into shots inside sixty seconds, Saka was already twisting defenders, and Inter looked faintly surprised we hadn't read the script.

When the breakthrough came, it was pure centre-forward instinct. Timber's shot was half-blocked, the ball spun loose, and Gabriel Jesus—unmarked, alert, ruthless—stabbed it home. No fuss. No celebration choreography. Just business.

Inter hit back, to be fair. Sucic's strike was thunderous, the sort you applaud through gritted teeth. But even then, this Arsenal side doesn't wobble. It resets.

And before half-time, it struck again.

SET-PIECES AND SERRATED EDGES

Saka's corner. Trossard's header. Crossbar chaos. And there, again, was Jesus—nodding in his second like a man who knew exactly where the ball would land before anyone else did.

Nineteen goals from corners this season. Nineteen. That's not luck. That's repetition, structure, and hunger.

Crucially, it was backed up by defending that doesn't get enough headlines. Mosquera was immense—blocking, delaying, reading danger. The sort of centre-back performance you only notice if it isn't there.

Raya's double save before the break mattered too. These nights swing on moments, and we owned more of them.

DEPTH THAT ENDS GAMES, NOT JUST STARTS THEM

The second half followed the same pattern: we pressed, we created, we missed a few, and Inter threatened just enough to keep it honest.

Then Arteta did what elite managers do. He finished the job.

Rice. Gabriel. White. Martinelli. Gyökeres.

That's not rotation—that's closing time.

With four minutes left, the clincher arrived in style. Martinelli's long ball was perfect. Gyökeres' strength was brutal. The shot? Twenty-five yards of cold certainty into the top corner.

Game. Set. San Siro silenced.

WHAT THIS ACTUALLY MEANS

Let's be clear about the significance here:

• Seven wins from seven—our longest Champions League winning streak ever
• Top two secured—no play-offs, straight into the last 16
• Home advantage in the second leg when it matters
• First win in Italy since 2008—and far more convincing than that Milan night

This is no longer "progress." This is presence.

We're not sneaking into the conversation. We're sitting at the table.

AND NEXT?

Kairat at home. One more chance to go perfect. One more opportunity to do something no club has ever done in this format.

Before that, Manchester United at the Emirates. Because nothing says "European momentum" like welcoming old rivals on a Sunday.

Seven from seven. Still hungry. Still improving.

Europe's been warned.